Page 95 of Uncharted


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I was famished. And thankful that Tyler had the foresight to order sushi from his favorite place. We both dove in and devoured our food.

“Marisa, I want to ask you, um—”

“Yeah?”

“Uh, I want to offer . . . I want to put a tracker on you. And provide you with a little tactical support.”

I shoved my hands through my hair. “Ay, Tyler. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Yes. It is.”

I tried to reassure him. “We have it covered.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“But?”

“I’m still going to be there.”

“Dios mío.”

“You won’t even know I’m there. I promise you that. You can’t stop me, Siren. It’s a public place anyway. Just accept it. I will be there. Not with your team. But for you.”

“Tyler,” I said, planning to dissuade him.

He held up his hand. “I know you trust your team. Please let me. Please trust me like you trust them.”

His words hit me. He wasn’t being a showboat. He just wanted to be there—a presence in the background—where I was. If I could offer him some kind of solace in agreeing to him being there, fine. I knew he’d be there regardless. Placing my trust in him, and acknowledging it out loud, meant something to him. I nodded my agreement. His smile reached his eyes, emphasized by the dimples I’d come to love. I didn’t want it to be the last time I ever saw those dimples as long as I lived.

His eyes were guarded, but they were also intense and singularly focused on my mouth. And the look he gave said he was starving. So was I. And neither of us was starving for food. Not anymore anyway.

I took a deep breath through my nose, licked my lips, and nodded again before I dove forward into him. “Thank you for protecting me.”

“Always,” he said before he captured my mouth and flooded me with his sweet kisses. We sank into one another, forgetting everything but each other for the next few hours.

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